Ghosts

In the first days

of the spring time

made you a prince with a thousand enemies

made a trail of

of a thousand tears

made you a prisoner inside your own frequency

There's a ghost through me

who wants to say "I'm sorry"

Doesn't mean I'm sorry

At the first hour

of the springtime

made you a prince with a thousand enemies

now I see you

from the corner

clock strikes

and I know you will be drinking alone

There's a ghost through me

who wants to say "I'm sorry"

Doesn't mean I'm sorry.